many of yall know know, but my wife works for GRREAT. Golden Retreiver Rescue Education and Training. yes.....i know... wolfdogs and goldens.....LOL..anyway...here's a story of what just happend a few weeks ago..... this cr#p goes on folks......and its aweful......
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Jim spent $16,000.00 getting these animals out and to his Lous. home.
in fact, mary and i are doing a leg of a transport for 4 of them this sunday......they are going to Deleware to thier new home....
ok...... its long.... but worth it.
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For you guys who have not been to a Puppy Mill, I think Janetta has captured
the spirit of what it was like. I still can not believe that we pulled it
off. So pull out your handkerchief and get ready to as you see the
emotion
of a young lady who loves dogs come poring out of the words on screen in
front
of you. Every time I read it it brings back that horrible yet wonderful day.
For all you who were involved in the rescue and have received dogs from the
rescue the three of us thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
Jim Butts
Permission to Cross Post Granted
The Great Escape of 2004
Written by Janetta Chrysler
Friday, October 9, 2004, its pouring rain, Francine, Jim, and I headed off
to
a small town in Arkansas on a mission to a rescue at least 30 Golden
Retrievers and whatever else we could afford at a puppy mill auction. What
we did not
know was how it would forever change our lives and the lives of some 80
dogs.
During the 11 hour drive, we planned our bidding strategy, made jokes, got
flea preventative divided up and ready in zip lock baggies along with
Capstar to
kill the live ones. We got collars ready with pretty pink and yellow ribbon
holding on a tag on which to write the dogs auction number. It was a fun
trip
with lots of laughter.
We arrived in Ft. Smith, AR around 8pm and checked into a local Motel 6. We
found a Waffle House to get food before returning to the motel for some much
needed sleep. It was still raining.
At 6am, Jim called the room for our wake up call. Francine and I showered
and got ready for the big event. We had a good laugh at each other wearing
our “
miller clothes” that we purchased at Goodwill a few days before the trip.
The three of us walked in the rain over to McDonalds for breakfast. There
was a
couple and their teenage son ordering food as we walked in and we joked
about
them going to the auction.
Two hours later, after eating and checking out of the motel, we found North
River Road and I felt as if someone had just punched me in the stomach as we
pulled onto the grounds of the puppy mill. We sat in the vehicle for a few
minutes to catch our breath and watched the millers unload their dogs that
they
had brought for consignment. I do not think any of us were prepared for
what we
would encounter on that Saturday, the 10th of October.
Earlier we had decided that Francine and I would stay together while Jim
went
on his own. As soon as we walked through the farm gates, there were two
6-week-old mixed breed black and white puppies in a hamster cage in the bed
of an
open pick up truck. It was chilly, windy and raining. These puppies were
shivering with a sign on the truck that said, “FREE, take if you want.”
You bet
we took them! Two puppies were saved from being bred just for their milk
and
their future newborn puppies saved from being drowned because they were not
wanted. Francine and I put the puppies in a warm crate with a towel in the
bottom. Jim laughed at us, and called us those “damn rescue
do-gooders!”
As I was walking around the mill looking at all the eyes pleading for
release, I tried not to look horrified, but rather as if I was used to
seeing dead
eyes and lost souls everyday. I tried my best not to stick my fingers in
any of
the cages for I did not want people to think I actually cared about these
pathetic looking creatures.
There were old trailers and portable buildings all over the grounds with
cries and barking coming from them all. Francine and I got brave and
started
walking in them one by one. The stench, the flies, nothing in my life had
prepared me for this. I have been in poorly run, falling down shelters and
filthy
kennels. Nothing compared. The smell of stale urine and fresh feces burned
my
nose and made me gag as I walked in the tiny buildings. Wire cages were
stacked 3 high on both walls and crammed full of tiny puppies. They were
literally
dying for attention and since we were alone in the dimly lit building, my
fingers went inside the rusted wire cages, if only for a second, they were
given
human attention. I wanted so badly to open the cages, love on all of them
and
set them free from the hell they were in. About an hour later, all the
portable buildings now had signs posted that read “Do Not Enter.” These
puppies
**************************
Jim spent $16,000.00 getting these animals out and to his Lous. home.
in fact, mary and i are doing a leg of a transport for 4 of them this sunday......they are going to Deleware to thier new home....
ok...... its long.... but worth it.
__________________________________________________ ___
For you guys who have not been to a Puppy Mill, I think Janetta has captured
the spirit of what it was like. I still can not believe that we pulled it
off. So pull out your handkerchief and get ready to as you see the
emotion
of a young lady who loves dogs come poring out of the words on screen in
front
of you. Every time I read it it brings back that horrible yet wonderful day.
For all you who were involved in the rescue and have received dogs from the
rescue the three of us thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
Jim Butts
Permission to Cross Post Granted
The Great Escape of 2004
Written by Janetta Chrysler
Friday, October 9, 2004, its pouring rain, Francine, Jim, and I headed off
to
a small town in Arkansas on a mission to a rescue at least 30 Golden
Retrievers and whatever else we could afford at a puppy mill auction. What
we did not
know was how it would forever change our lives and the lives of some 80
dogs.
During the 11 hour drive, we planned our bidding strategy, made jokes, got
flea preventative divided up and ready in zip lock baggies along with
Capstar to
kill the live ones. We got collars ready with pretty pink and yellow ribbon
holding on a tag on which to write the dogs auction number. It was a fun
trip
with lots of laughter.
We arrived in Ft. Smith, AR around 8pm and checked into a local Motel 6. We
found a Waffle House to get food before returning to the motel for some much
needed sleep. It was still raining.
At 6am, Jim called the room for our wake up call. Francine and I showered
and got ready for the big event. We had a good laugh at each other wearing
our “
miller clothes” that we purchased at Goodwill a few days before the trip.
The three of us walked in the rain over to McDonalds for breakfast. There
was a
couple and their teenage son ordering food as we walked in and we joked
about
them going to the auction.
Two hours later, after eating and checking out of the motel, we found North
River Road and I felt as if someone had just punched me in the stomach as we
pulled onto the grounds of the puppy mill. We sat in the vehicle for a few
minutes to catch our breath and watched the millers unload their dogs that
they
had brought for consignment. I do not think any of us were prepared for
what we
would encounter on that Saturday, the 10th of October.
Earlier we had decided that Francine and I would stay together while Jim
went
on his own. As soon as we walked through the farm gates, there were two
6-week-old mixed breed black and white puppies in a hamster cage in the bed
of an
open pick up truck. It was chilly, windy and raining. These puppies were
shivering with a sign on the truck that said, “FREE, take if you want.”
You bet
we took them! Two puppies were saved from being bred just for their milk
and
their future newborn puppies saved from being drowned because they were not
wanted. Francine and I put the puppies in a warm crate with a towel in the
bottom. Jim laughed at us, and called us those “damn rescue
do-gooders!”
As I was walking around the mill looking at all the eyes pleading for
release, I tried not to look horrified, but rather as if I was used to
seeing dead
eyes and lost souls everyday. I tried my best not to stick my fingers in
any of
the cages for I did not want people to think I actually cared about these
pathetic looking creatures.
There were old trailers and portable buildings all over the grounds with
cries and barking coming from them all. Francine and I got brave and
started
walking in them one by one. The stench, the flies, nothing in my life had
prepared me for this. I have been in poorly run, falling down shelters and
filthy
kennels. Nothing compared. The smell of stale urine and fresh feces burned
my
nose and made me gag as I walked in the tiny buildings. Wire cages were
stacked 3 high on both walls and crammed full of tiny puppies. They were
literally
dying for attention and since we were alone in the dimly lit building, my
fingers went inside the rusted wire cages, if only for a second, they were
given
human attention. I wanted so badly to open the cages, love on all of them
and
set them free from the hell they were in. About an hour later, all the
portable buildings now had signs posted that read “Do Not Enter.” These
puppies
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